Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time. " [. . . ] "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session. " "Oh yeah?" I retorted. "Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then. " "It's always a good a time to think about you naked," added someone nearby, breaking the tension further.
When ever the light of civilization faces upon you with a blighting power. . . go to the wilderness. . . Dull business routine, the fierce passions of the marketplace, the perils of envious cities became but a memory. . . The wilderness will take hold of you. It will give you good red blood; it will turn you from a weakling into a man. . . You will soon behold all with a peaceful soul.
Looking out at that crowd, I imagined those who had not yet arrived, minority students who, in years to come, would make this multitude of faces, the view from where I now stood, a little more various. If they could have heard me, I would have confided in them: As you discover what strength you can draw from your community in this world from which it stands apart, look outward as well as inward. Build bridges instead of walls.